Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.